image via nycsoleICYMI, there were some lively discussions in the comments of our Pavilion theater post last week.

The co-managers of that craptastical theater were offering their apologies for the broken seats and lack of heat, and trying to share the current state of affairs over there. Basically they claimed that: their hands are tied unless their budget requests for making repairs/upgrades are approved by their "holding company."

A few of you btchz got curious about this "holding company" sitch, and that's where the research began. FIPS reader Brad, in fact, is a regular Sherlock Holmes apparently, and so he managed to bang out a pretty detail rich account of what *seems* to be going on over there. He attempted to get quotes from both the Pavilion managers and someone at the holding company, but no one called him back. Here's the scoop as best as Brad can piece it together:

So I was directed to this blog post on parkslopeparents.com (next thing you know they’ll be a website called Bushwick Beards). In it, a parent of the Park Slope persuasion was apparently “conducting international diplomacy" via her iPhone while innocently standing on the street, and was given a done-told-to by a silver haired lady concerning her inappropriate location on the sidewalk. She obnoxiously accused her of not following "the rule." Whatever rule could she mean?

As we've previously reported, @designsponge is looking for a new rental worthy of her awesomeness. Apparently, her plans for a loft in Greenpoint fell apart on account of the bedbugs. It must be hard to have to squeeze all that cool DIY swag into some dump of a rental.

Ninedaves is busy looking for a joint to buy, and this whole thing got us thinking: what does it actually take to find a decent, reasonably-priced apartment rental round here? Because I got a nosebleed this week when I saw the following listing over at Brownstoner...

Luxuriously appointed 1400 sq/ft garden floor-through rental in a 26.9 ft wide C.P.H. Gilbert Mansion off Prospect Park West and Garfield Place. Located in Prime Park Slope, steps to Prospect Park and the Great Meadow; Triple A location! Custom design and impeccably maintained, with no expense spared. This gracious apartment features an expansive living room with a wood-burning fireplace overlooking a lush garden, a state of the art chef's kitchen with a 36" Sub Zero fridge and Wolf gas double oven professional stove, Miele dishwasher and marble counter-tops. Large bedroom with one on-suite bathroom and second full bathroom for guests with Waterwork fixtures and details completes the picture. Other features include Herringbone oak floors with radiant heat, Central AC, alarm system, Miele washer/dryer & high speed internet. Convenient to 2,3,4,5,B,Q,F,G subways.

Yes, for a mere $4500/mo (plus utilities? uh, that's $54 grand a year!), this can be virtually yours. Until such a time as the house sells. Are you freaking kidding me???? I think this is the white door mansion people on Garfield, btw. Yes, just checked. It is.

Now, I've done my time in crapalicious housing sitches. I once had a room in a rangy UWS apartment of a "Persian" and his belly dancing wife and I would routinely arrive home to wade through the pot smoke in MY little cubby only to find some creepy middle-aged dude sleeping on my bed. I once spent a year in a 300 square foot mother-in-law cottage with my newbie husband. I once even slept with a scant six inches between my bed and that of my deeply screwed-up and bulemic roommate. But it's been a while and I've gotten soft. Well, as soft as you can get when you've been waiting for a backsplash and doors for a decade.

That listing does beg the question of how the fuck much it DOES cost to live a semi-comfortable life around these parts. Like, say, with a W/D and a couple of bedrooms and maybe, just maybe, a dishwasher. And what devil's bargain do you have to make to pay the freight?

Tell us your secrets, people. The absolutely most shocking and appalling Park Slope shit show you've ever viewed and/or lived in. Has your landlord and/or tenant ever tried to a) kill you or b) make you miserable in an above and beyond kind of way?

And, MOST IMPORTANTLY, show us your shitboxes. You can email your best of the worst pix to us at effedinparkslope AT gmail DOT com and we'll post them.

Maybe we'll even pick a winner and send you a subscription to the Brooklyn Paper.

"Do your family members always seem to finish eating dinner before you get home from work? Have arguments with your spouse led to flying spaghetti? When you look at a dozen eggs, do you think "omelette" or "ammo"? If you said yes (or "ammo") to any of these questions, you may be suffering from food rage.

Food Rage is a very serious issue, and the FRSG is here to help. We are a group of individuals who suffer from FR and meet together every week to share our experiences. With the love and guidance of those who understand what you're going through, you too can work through your Food Rage issues."

This can't be real, right? Except that they have a a MOTHERFUCKING LOGO!?